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My friends attempted to teach me this crack ass version of spades played with dominoes, as Baptists wouldn't play cards? something along those lines today. Sadly, I was really way too tense to be learning a new game, especailly one that involves a certain amount of competition. There's a part of me that dislikes active competition in something that should be fun, and hence goes all the way to the other side of the spectrum.

For the record if you pat my knee like I'm ten and tell me something will be fun, you will recieve the Wizard Death Glare. As Rachel learned today, much to her dismay. I didn't mean to be quite so sharp, it just came out. This is what happens when I don't get enough sleep.

Driving with Bad Religion in the car necessitates a lot of screaming. It feels very good.

I spent several hours in Metro today. For the first two hours I was alone, and there were a half dozen people in there. It made me so sad, and it made me angry when I had to shuffle downstairs and out the door to smoke. I almost started a fistfight with someone who was crowing over the lack of smoke. (I'm in such a fucking mood and I can't even explain.) But thankfully for some measure of common sense, I stopped with "Shut the fuck up." It's been a very long time since I was actively and overtly hostile to a complete stranger.

After watching Absolutely Fabulous this morning, I am thinking shooting would be quite relaxing. Doing some damage might help my mood, as some things just can't be said out loud and some things have no place as public knowledge. The demons that keep me awake at night are my own, and mine alone.

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Alan fell asleep on the couch, and I have not the heart to wake him. He slept so poorly all weekend that it seems a shame to try and move him. I know he likes the couch, and it's certainly conformed to his shape over the years. When we replace sad couch, I'll probably feel a pang of guilt.

So I just covered him with our blue blanket and watched him sleep for a little while.